Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Falmouth, MA)

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Lawrence high school Twenty-five Class History Edward Burgess W HILE looking through my Memo Box ' ' 1 found a small notebook entitled: THE LOG OF THE CLASS OF ' 44 on board the training ship L.H.S. Its contents were inter- esting to me. It read: Early in 1942 we swarmed on deck to be- . gin our three-year voyage with a large crew on ship under the guidance of Captain Farnsworth K. Baker and First Mate Barbara Follansbee. With eager interest we were off on our first cruise. Harry Pierce was chosen as our Class Presi- dent. Eight sophomores were chosen for the Lawrencian Staff: Bruce Espey, Marjorie Perlot, Paul Waters, Solange Saulnier, Katherine Tsik- nas, Joanne Baker, and Jean Stuart, lean Cobb and Elizabeth Fernandes participated in sports. Louise Fisher and Carolyn Crabtree were mem- bers of the Riding Club. Sophomore boys active in sports were Fred Jonas, Larry Harlow, Bill Sullivan, Bill Lockhart, Bill Cantwell, Charles Borden, Vernon Haynes, and Frank Macedo. Charles Borden, the basketball star, was the highest scorer on the first team with 122 points. Many of our crew became sea sick during our first year, but most of us found our sea legs and continued. We found great pleasure par- ticipating in various sports and dances. After a summer ' s shore leave we returned to our ship to start the second voyage. We welcomed a group of sophomores and started at once to make them feel at home. Miss Sideri and Miss Suzedell, faculty members, were also greeted by us at this time. We elected Harry Pierce as president and Vincent Duffany as vice president We also had a few dances. Many remember the fun they had at the Harvest Dance with a five-piece orchestra. On that dance committee were Joanne Baker, Katherine Tsiknas, John Thompson, Vincent Duffany, Earl Crocker, and Solange Saulnier. We had a Christmas Bazaar with a juke box and booths ior different things, such as grab bags and penny throwing. On the Ways and Means Committee were Bruce Carswell, Grace Ham mond Jean Cobb, John Limberakis, Hollis Bragdon, and Vincent Duffany. On the L-aw rencian were Associate Editors: Paul Waters Joanne Baker Joan SpiUane: Literary: Bruce Espey and Alice Williamson; Art. Sciange Saulnier, and Louise Fisher; Advertising Man- ager: Agnes DeSouza, Carolyn Crabtree, Eliza- beth Fernandes; Business Staff: Carrie Oliver, William Lopes, Jean Stuart, Muriel Wright, Barbara Bourne, and Alice Williamson. The sea remained calm for the first two months; then we were upset by a real storm. War was in the air for most of the boys. Many of them enlisted and others were drafted. Later in the season, government demands forced inter-scholastic football, basketball, and baseball games to be abandoned for the duration of the war. The boys organized intramural basketball and volley ball teams. Games were held on Friday evenings in the Hall School gym, with a group of high school fans cheering their re- spective classes. Fred Jonas, full-back, received the highest individual score for the season. Other mem bers of the first team were Larry Harlow, Charles Borden, and Frank Macedo. On the second team were Bill Sullivan, Anthony Fer reira, Fred Bishop, Jehial Fish, and Jack Fowler. On the basketball team were Joe Brown, How- ard Ellis, Earl Crocker, John Limberakis, Fred Bishop, Bill Taylor, John Thompson, Vincent Duffany, and Jehial Fish. Miss Arenovski showed us the spirit of co- operation with one important school activity left, namely, the Lawrencian. Many junior journalists contributed a great deal. Another summer ' s shore leave, and then we became Midshipmen’ at last! Being on top made us feel quite proud. We were taken as one group into Mr. Allen s Home Room. We extended a cordial greeting to Miss Odgen Miss Sullivan, Miss Dick, and Mr. Scott. ( The w ' ar had taken a few of our regular teachers for war purposes ) . Vincent Duffany w ' as chosen president of the class. This year w r e have been working on the Lawrencian and have had a great pleasure doing so. We have sailed a rough course, but this is not all in vain be- cause we have planned many things together, such as the Prom, and have gained a lot from ihe three years that we spent here. This being our last year, we have tried re- make it the best; so. Shipmates, let’s make this day the best because we are to face this big world of ours alone. We have encountered favorable w r eather for smooth sailing, so let s coi.in.ee to dc sc on the good ship L. t i. o.

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LAWRENCE HIGH SCHOOL Twenty-seven Class Prophecy Elizabeth Fernandes 1 CAN remember exactly my graduation from Lawrence High School, ten years ago today. I am now a teacher. I returned to my rooming house one Friday afternoon, and I noticed a letter on my desk from Carrie Oliver, a concert pianist at the Fore River Opera House in Quincy. It was an invitation to a week-end dinner at her home in Falmouth. The next Sunday, I to ok the earliest train to Falmouth and arrived in the afternoon. At the station I met Viola Corey, who had come to the station in a buggy. She told me that Joseph Brown, executive of the Unforgetable Bubble Gum Company, guaranteed that his gum won’t let you forget when you awake in the morning that you stuck it on the bed post the night be- fore. I noticed sitting next to me in the buggy Agnes DeSouza, moth superintendent for the Town of Falmouth. She told me her biggest job was keeping the moths away from the flames. Upon my arrival at Carrie’s home, I met Solange Saulnier, a slim, beautiful debutante. Her hen-pecked husband, Edward Burgess, fol- lowed her. Upon entering the house, I recog- nized her butler as Russell Palmer. I talked to Solange for a while, and she told me that Ruth Carlson, a Hollywood star, and her make-up artist, Walter Hibbs, were not able to attend the dinner. I was surprised to see the way Norma Crowley acted. She was down to 110 pounds, and kept her eyes open for all the married men present. A few minutes later Fred Bishop, a paleon- tologist — and is he an old fossil — arrived with his wife, the former Mary Jane Van Voast. Mary Jane contributed much to the con- versation. She told us that Martha Redfield. with her witty sense of humor, was editor of the Mairsey Doesey Funny Wunny Book Com- pany and that Fred DeMello was Hollywood bound to try to take Clark Gable’s place in the hearts of the ladies. She breathed a deep sigh and said. Still water runs deep, but it is understood that t eonard Fonseca is going to Hollywood to be Fred DeMello’s business manager.” I failed to recognize John Limberakis when he appeared. He is now employed as the fat man of the Barbara Bourne Circus. I wandered around Carrie’s home, and in the library I met Mary Marchisio. She told me she was secretary to Falmouth’s one and only Selectman, Everett Scannell. She remarked that she was looking forward to seeing Marshall Douthart, but poor Marshy couldn’t come be- cause he had to stay at home and mind his twelve children while his wife attended a bridge game. Mary and I looked out of the window for a moment. Much to our surprise we saw a striking tall blond, Carolyn Crabtree, and her midget-husband, Bill Taylor. We rushed out of the library to meet them at the door; but on the way, we were stopped by a gray-haired gentleman, Edward Whitte- more. He told us that Vincent Duff any was a motor cop and that the motorists stopped of their own accord when they saw him, especially the females. Vinny, it seems, wrote him re- cently that Howard Ellis, who used to be very good at shooting baskets at basketball games, is twice as good at getting baskets for Dorothy Day. After this conversation, Carrie’s part-time butler, Milton Soares, announced dinner was ready. At the dinner table I learned that Harry Pierce was football coach at Boston University, and Joanne Baker, without her giggles, was a slim golf -pro. The dashing, young man on my left was none other than Bruce Carswell, the head of the Shirley Reform School. On my left sat a dignified school teacher, Jean Cobb, with her husband, Jehial Fish — an old, salt-sea sailor. I noticed, sitting opposite Carrie at the foot of the table, Louise Fisher, a lady clown. She was talking to Kathleen McAdams, the fattest lady in Falmouth. On Kathleen’s left was Muriel Wright , soci- ety editor for the Falmouth Enterprise, and Dorothy Day, the new actress in the stage suc- cess, Youth Grows Up. Her stage producer, Margaretta Brice, came to the dinner to see Dorothy’s leading man, Richard Bowman , a feeble, old bachelor. I learned from passing conversation that Joan Spillane felt that Brooklyn was no place for an Irishman, so she recently had resigned her job as a chief dishwasher in one of the hotels there. ( Continued on page 30)